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"I have to leave in just five minutes," said Elinor, glancing at the big illuminated clock face. "I can't be late for criticism in the night life, you know.",Griffin, who was winking at her behind Elinor's back in a particularly portentous fashion, turned to the door.,I am so happy that I planted my garden all crooked, my eyes upon the clouds with the birds sailing against them, and when I became conscious I found wicked flaunting poppies sprouted right up against the sweet modest clove-pinks, while the whole paper of bachelor's-buttons was sowed over everything—which I immediately began to dig right up again, blushing furiously to myself over the trowel, and glad that I had caught myself before they grew up to laugh in my face. However, I got that laugh anyway, and I might just as well have left them, for Billy ran to the gate and called Dr. John to come in and make Molly stop digging up his buttons. Billy claims everything in this garden, and he thought they would grow up into the kind of buttons you pop out of a gun.,"I don't know what to think," cried Jen, in desperation. "Dido or Mrs. Dallas, I don't know which, but one of them, must be guilty. I'll go over to The Wigwam at once.","True enough," rejoined the major, struck by this sensible deduction. "Still, he might not have heard them forcing the window.","I'll never again say that the literary instinct is a burden and a reproach, Ju," said Patricia, with her eyes dancing and her head high. "Your thirst for 'plots' has proved too serviceable for me ever to point the finger of scorn in its direction.","How was it David saw the crime committed?",Jen hesitated.,"Oh!" rejoined Etwald, quietly, "Mr. Alymer told me so to-night.",Elinor's face clouded. "But I have only started the outline," she confessed. "And I'm awfully weak on putting in the tones. I'm afraid I'll make a fizzle of it.",Patricia stamped her foot in vexation. "What do you mean?" she cried. "You're the most exasperating——","Dr. Etwald! Do you think he has anything to do with it?" queried Jen, perplexed and a trifled startled..